After shaking hands and a brief spoken exchange with Putin, Mrs. Trump, in a buttery yellow Gucci coat, turns to the glare of the cameras with a bizarre, frozen expression on her face, as if she’d just seen a ghost—or perhaps the man whose spies masterminded interference in the 2016 presidential election. Either one. Or, maybe Putin, ripping a page from the Trump playbook, praised Melania for being in “such good physical shape,” sparking her instant outrage. Or this is just her default setting due to living in the Trump White House. It’s anybody’s guess, really.